'So, Arcee,
This is from Jack. Which I bet you could have guessed since there are letters from all of us to you guys. Um one moment. (Raf if you are reading this I know there is not suppose to be two commas at the top. I just didn't know how to begin this.) Anyways how is Cybertron? Miko has been slowly pulling facts about it out of Ratchet or how it use to be. She doesn't have and new information since, well none of us do.' Jack sets his laptop down on top of the arm of the couch. When Miko first approached him about the idea he thought it was fine since it was her way of coping. He never intended to take part in her plan, but after Raf and even Ratchet had written letters how could he not?
'Mom is buying me a motorcycle. I'm not sure if I want her to or not. It'll be cool to drive around again, but no motorcycle could replace you. I mean what other kind of vehicle talks to you while your drive? The quick answer is none since I am not counting radios.'
"Oh yeah cause that is a real winner. Talk about mom replacing her. Smooth Jack." He runs his fingers through his hair. "What else can you talk about? You can't end it like that." Jack argues with himself trying to think of anything else to say. He wasn't going to make this letter sad, or ask for her to come back, but there has to be something. Wait he could ask her about herself.
'Hey Arcee have any other autobots show up to help you yet? I hope the decepticons have learned their lesson by now, but I know you all will still have to face them again. Is the planet making energon again? Do you guys need any help? I know Miko is hoping for any excuse to see you guys again. Life is too boring for her now.'
That paragraph wasn't too bad. It was mostly questions, but Arcee probably would just answer them all with very brief responses. Jack goes over the letter again. It was short, but he had never written a real letter before anyways. What was he even supposed to put in it? No this will just have to do. Tomorrow he would print it off while he was at school. Then take it to Ratchet. Jack wonders how long before they would get their responses. Ratchet would probably know.